Wednesday 1347

Wednesday is the day to wear Club Uniform i.e. Scout, Red Crescent etc.
But we can also wear our staff uniform a.k.a F1 shirt a.k.a Corporate shirt instead of the Club Uniform.
So today I wore our blue tones Corporate shirt.

Being a person who likes the idea of color coordination, I chose to wear bluish eye shadows instead of the usual brown hues.
I know that with blue tones eye shadow, my eyes would look more ‘Chinese’ than they already are.
But I didn’t realize it signals something else other than looking very Chinese.

I was in the middle of doing my routine ‘multiplication interview’ with my kiddos when one boy, out of sudden asked me.

“Teacher, kenapa mata kau?”

Thinking I could have smudges on my eyes, I shifted my attention to him.

“Kenapa dengan mata teacher?” I asked him back.

“Lain sikit ni hari,” he replied.

“Lain yang macam mana?” I became more quizzical.

“Mata teacher macam penat.”

He paused for a while before continued to say…

“Macam teacher KURANG TIDUR.”

Ha!

That sent laughter to the rest of the class. Even I laughed too.
I felt funny that he said that and realized, this must be the effect of the blue eye shadow. It must have made my eyes looked swollen. Bengkak!
I didn’t give him further explanation. Only smiles.
He must be thinking that I have spent the night in vigilant due to World Cup. Ha! Ha!

This is not the first time students took notice of what I am wearing or how my appearance is.
Early this year, as I was teaching body hygiene and mentioned that one should brush his teeth twice a day while showing a picture of a set of teeth that looked rather yellowish.

A boy (always a boy, huh?) nonchalantly commented on the picture.

“Kalau kita tidak berus gigi, nanti kuning tu gigi macam dalam tu gambar, kan teacher?” he said.

I nodded and said yes.
Then he continued, “Macam gigi teacher. Kuning.”

Kurengs!

On other days, some of the kids would ask me why I let my hair down when I usually tied it in a bun or just pony tail.
Or why I wear glasses when at times, I don’t.
But most of the times, they were innocent comments that surely make me smiling.

Glad that I am a person who thinks taking extra effort to look good is not a chore.
The saying ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’ is true.
But first impression counts as important too, right?

Happy watching the match between Germany and Spain tomorrow morning (and have ‘penat’ eyes at work later).

Until next post!
*hugs

Sunday 1615

After coming back from the Rainforest World Music Festival in Kuching last year, I told myself that I would come back again and this time, I will make sure I stay for the three nights event. I even thought of having hubby coming with me.

I just purchased our tickets to Kuching for this year.
Unfortunately, not for the RWMF 2010 which is by the way just a week to go.
I’ll be going there to attend my youngest brother’s engagement in December.
And with most of our travel budget goes to Perth, I couldn’t spare more for this year RWMF.

I feel sad for not able to come this year.
Not having experienced the most of RWMF last year, I thought I would come back this year to re-tell how it really goes.

To prove how it is claimed an event must-go for every music enthusiast.
Furthermore, the Sarawak Bloggers are going to do a gathering like the previous year.
I expect it to have more bloggers coming.
Too bad for me.

Anyways, I’m sure it’s gonna be another blast event of the year.
You bloggers who’s attending, PICTURES and lots of them ok?

Until next post!
*hugs*

Friday 1543

Yes, why are you here?
Why are you reading this post?
What made you click my recent updated post link?
And if you have subscribed to my blog, why?

I was updating my blogroll few days ago and realized there are some blogs that has not been updated for ages and yet they still occupy a place on my Google Reader.
There are blogs that I seldom or never drop any comments on. Yet, I still follow them religiously.
And then those blogs that has frequent updates but I seldom comment on. Yet they are still in my blog list (of which I’m still figuring to delete or not).

I wonder why they are on my list?
I mean, there are times when I check on my Google Reader only to scroll down quickly to every blog (so that the update link shows I’ve read it) without even bothered to hop over their blog.
And I wonder why.

So yeah, why do I put you on my blogroll and stalk your feeds?
These are my findings…

1) You Are Interesting; I Am A Busybody.

Most often when I leave comments, that’s because I feel what you typed. When you blog certain interesting stories about your life, it’s like reading a secret being told. Literally. And I too want to share a piece of my secret that is similar to what you typed. When you are too secretive i.e. rambles about something bad that happened but kept every details zipped, that’s a sure turn off for me.

2) You Are A Sophie Kinsella!

You are able to put words together articulately. You could tell story in a way I feel like I’m in it. Your choice of words are very interesting. You include humor as part of your writing. In short, you are a good writer and I definitely enjoy it as much as when I was reading Sophie’s books.
But yeah, most often when I stumbled upon new blogs, the first thing that caught my attention to read more (besides the story) is how the blogger put words together in their entry.

3) You Are My Friend, It’s An Obligation

Well, not really. But when you have been constantly posting interesting stuffs that surely bring to my attention to keep reading and leave comments regularly, when comes your next post, it feels weird to not leave a comment.

4) You Respond.

Usually, I love keep coming back to blogs that reply to their reader’s comments. When I leave a comment, it’s only natural that I expect it to have feedback from the blog author. So yeah, replies make me a regular on your blog. If you don’t, hence the lack of my presence in your blog. Of course, there are some exceptions to blogs that didn’t usually reply to their readers but I still haunt them. Well, only a limited few lah.

5) You Are My Regulars; Show Courtesy.

It’s true when you visit me often, I will do the same to you. When you leave comments, your foot print (URL link) is there for me to trace back. It’s an easy click away instead of waiting for Google Reader to load up or open my blog roll page to check each and everyone of you.

6) Yours Are Just Too Irresistible.

This is especially to blogs that I NEVER leave comments and yet still follow silently. That means your blog has VERY interesting stuff to read OR you are a celebrity. You know how one can be very nosy when it comes to celebrity, right? But I don’t keep tap on VERY FAMOUS celebrity’s blog (Read: Angelina Jolie - does she even have a blog?). I find their blogs too overwhelming. This point is referring to blogs such as Kenny Sia, Jojo Struys, Daphne Iking..you know, our local celebrities. I follow their blogs but I don’t leave comments cos I fear I might be lost finding my comment amongst those many comments from their fans.

7) Definitely the pictures.

As I am fond of ogling at photos (of me and others), I enjoy my stay at blogs with lots of beautiful pictures to admire. If you have beautiful pictures to share, I will definitely be a bee, flutters excitedly on your site.

So, that’s seven Whys for you.
Do you share my thoughts?

PS: Sorry lah, ni hari teda gambar

Until next post!
*hugs*

Sunday 0932

..for the gazillion times.

Tell me, which girl doesn’t have a single issue with her own body?
If you don’t, then good for you. Seriously, that’s a good thing.
But for millions other women out there…somehow it would be weird having nothing to complaint about our body.
You know…like wanting to have flat tummy, skinny legs, curvy bod, well endowed boobies, big eyes, well shaped feet, sharp pointed nose, etc, etc.

Include me in that list of millions complaining women.
Well of course I don’t complain for ballooning weight problem or love handles around my waist.
I know I should not complain about that particular body issue cos that would send you rolling your eyes at me thinking I am such unappreciative person.
I am proud with my non existence tummy fats and the fact that I have been an average 46kg for almost 8 years now.

But.

I lack this…

Long skinny legs

and this…

Perky boobs as oppose to flat chest

and this…

Curvy body as oppose to skinny

and this…

and…urmmm… oukay, that’s just all.

But today, I am gonna tell you a story of how I slowly put my self-esteem up to be confident with my own body.

Fat legs has always been my first body issue since young and that dated back to when I was eleven.

God is fair. He granted me with flat abs and throw all the fats to my legs. Hah! I was so leg conscious that I refused to wear shorts or skirts. Even my school pinafore was close enough to be called long dress. Seriously if there was no standard length for pinafore dress, I would have asked the auntie who used to tailored my pinafore to have it cut enough to cover my entire calves. But I had to wear shorts during school sports since I was a sports girl myself. And every time I was on the track, I would always restrained myself from looking at other directions other than in front cos I had this feeling that every one was staring at my fat legs. On second thought, that wasn’t just me being paranoid. I had actually over heard a few bunch of Boy Scouts who were on duty at the field track talking about how huge my thighs were. That really sent my confidence level to doomsday. And I was so a long pants person that a friend of my mom said that my mom was more sexier than me cos she showed more legs than me. Ha!

But of course, over the years I have tried to overcome my low self-esteem for my legs. Alvin helped much too by constantly saying my legs are not big. Bless me for this man. Although at times, I would still get comments from friends saying how odd my body proportion is - flat upper body, thick legs. But I learned to accept that my legs are fine. They may be a bit off size to pair with my skinny hands, but now I can proudly show them legs in shorts and even bikini! How’s that for self confidence?

Sama kan tagap kaki saya sama tu statue?

What? No bikini picture? Ha!

I still have the occasional fat legs moment but if I do, I’ll just stick to nice jeans or capri pants and save the shorts for other days.

As for the two mounts, I’m an A cup. Being thin also means no fats on that boobies area (for me). Flat chest is so not great especially when you wanted to wear a dress with revealing neckline that goes as low as where your cleavage can be seen. And more so ugly if you are on T-shirt. That will simply put you as joke of the day - the runaway chest. Having this problem since I was a teenage girl, I’ve learned a few tricks to minimize the flatness.

1) Invest in good quality heavily padded bra with your correct size.

Never buy one that is one size bigger than your size thinking that it will give you the perkiness that you thought it could give. Trust me, it doesn’t work. Unless you are good at stuffing socks inside your bra la.

2) Don’t wear V-neckline or U-neckline shirt/blouse/dress that is way too low. Well if you insist, then refer to number one. Good quality padded bra usually works wonders.

3) Do not wear round neck T-shirt/Baby Tee cos that will make you look more flat chested. Go for collared ones. That’s why I am currently adding up stocks on my collared baby Tees.

4) Covered your front but it’s okay to reveal your back. Flat chested girls usually have sexy back to show off.

This is too long for today’s entry. I’ll save the two other body issues on next entry then.
Meanwhile, loving our own body is a never ending quest. But once we gained that confidence, it is so liberating with capital L!

Until next post!
*hugs*

Tuesday 1936

While checking my student’s attendance during the Maths extra class today, I came upon one student who wasn’t listed.
His name is clearly written on his name tag. So, instead of asking his name, I asked for his surname.

He looked at me and then shifted his eyes up, signaling he was thinking.
And then, he flipped his exercise book to check his name on the front cover.

“Eii, nama sendiri pun boleh lupa kah?”

He smiled and told me his name.

“How do you spell your name?” I continued.

Again, he looked to his name on the front cover and uttered out the letters slowly, in what seem like a hard thing for him to do.

“Susah kah mau spell nama kau?” But I know it was hard cos the spelling of his name is somehow tricky, with the unusual mix of consonants and vowels.

He smiled.

“Nama bapa kau kah tu?” I was referring to the second name he told me and he shook his head. I asked him what his father’s name is and he blurted it out effortlessly. Even spelling it was not a problem.

To that, I sighed to myself.

“Kesian ni anak, kena kasih nama yang dia sendiri susah mau sebut dan eja.”

So parents, do you think it is wise to name your children with super boombastic names and weird spelling that obviously would send every teacher in town having headaches writing the names down?

I understand the need to have a unique name so your child will not be mistaken with other people. Take for instance, me. My name is Caroline Charles and in Sabah alone, I know three other Caroline Charles and there were the occasion when I was mistaken for the other Caroline Charles. You know, like when you were called by a bank for an unsettled car loan installment when in fact, you don’t yet own a car. Or when you check-in into a hotel only to be identified as Caroline Charles who hailed from Papar when in fact you are from Keningau. However, the fact that my name is easily pronounced and spelled makes me glad that it is my name.

But to name your children with a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious name? Would you?

Until next post!
*hugs*